Quantice Never Crashed

Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white.
Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single
file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution.
We have no ears. We have no eyes
(to see what's in front of us.
) it's a new plateau of cost-efficient living.
There's no funding for free will and we're not budging.
And no one cares. No one listens.
Plastered between nine and five there is a pulse that
ticks in time- it's neutral and it's centralized.
We found it safer inside the lines. And no one cares. No one listens.